The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1887-05-08

then tanned its crimson down. Finally
he assorted the letters and put them to-
gether aud touched them to his nose.
Excuse mel" he said, Pm in the
habit of living on material food. rabbits,
'possums, and what varmints education
has left us yer. It's not good till it gifts
right old, and so put these letters 10 my
nose, for They're ancient history. Yes,
they are in the proper condition TO be
briled."
Il come to you, Mark, because we had
been friends, and TO show you that we
considered the writer of those vile impu-
tations to be your enemy also"
I appreciate your confidence, Carrie,
and Dawes too, 10 coming along, There's
some people low enough in this society
people who trust their reason instead of
nater-to credit me with them letters.
know neither of you could. After I've
loved girl and give her mp to my friend,
and bear neither of them any ,grudge
because the Y obeyed nater"-he
stopped and seemed to swallow the Adams
apple in his lean throat" why, couldn't
90 live on revenge instead of this kind of
game sorrow that's such sweet, cruel
pain.
"You couldn't Mark, and be 10 your
TlgnI IHluu, duutu iIdNc 1lSHIHldu, anu
/ know your mind is right because it's
your heart that's hurt and not your con-
cciF
''Good-bye to you both,7 said Marx
Hanson, passing his wrist across his eyes.
"The longer you stay yer the worse feel.
So III keep these letters and my old dog,
aud bring both back ty you, Carrie. in IA
few days"
Good bye, Mark; when you have
found the man take your horsewhip and
| fog him. But l must go and see it done
s'I'll bring the whip if [ find the rogue
| Carrie, and you shall tell me how long tc
ply it,
Dave Hightman rode quietly home with
| Carrie, exercising no authority, but saying
the homely speechsthat it wasn't we'll to
make an appointment with trouble when
| it would be sure to call at ones home.
| They found poor grandfather working
| at his memoirs, over the duels and intrigue
! of the past and the era Of good feeling
under Mr.. Monroe, which he never coulC
get past.
Granny cried Carrie Devoe, in higl
spirits, 1--WE are going to find the anony-
nous letter writer! Mark Hanson has go
the letters"
SWELL" said Grandfather, 81 hope yor
will but never heard of hunter bee ON
ing distinguished as special mail agent,
After they hid gone Marx Hanson sa
on the porch of his Old, neglected house
with Negrofoot in his lap, and had quie
boyish cry over The large, mature. brown
| eyed woman who had so disturbed hi
life, over his vision of approaching ag,
without any comforter but dogs, chickens
| and rabbit traps, and also over his ne
elected opportunities of school and the
money-making trades.
He had been left a little independence
possessed part of it still, never knew
| avarice, consulted such tastes as he had
and therefore. was no cynic if he had faileC
to acquire either glory or his girl.
A movement of the Talbot hounds nos
from side to side attracted the observan
| hunters eye, and he saw that the packag,
| of Synonymous letters had been helt
against the animals muzzle.
THAT paper has mean odor," Mark
Hanson observed. cts not been vel
wasaed in chloride of lime at the mill, o.
the rosin and alum they use there hahn
got the chloride of lime out of it f"
He passed the paper over the blood
hounds nose again and again.
+ Carries bloodhound was not of the mis-
|
Cuban slaves, bu. zeal bloodhound
black and-tan in color, Slow but steady il
pursuit. developed like tobacco chewer
bow-legged as II county tailor, fierce il
nothing merely maryelously scented anC
only more solemn than toxhound. In al
/, respects of civility Negrofoot was
| Quaker, except in the well known Quaker
| ly scent for either the spirit or the subs
| lance on which his perceptions have beer
set He had loved Mark Hanson, he loved
Carrie Deyoe too, but Mark had trained
him, and education as well as inclination
| now kept him with the discarded lover.
''Negerfoot,n exclaimed Mark, after BIZ
1 had appeared to leave the contents Of th,
anonymous letters to the hounds intelli
gence, you and me is too old to learn any
thing new. | can set a good snare and yet
can follow strong trail; that's ALL"
The hound stood up and bayed low.
Mark saw that the mail buggy was q
the gate and the deaf looking old man of
driver had letter for him.
"Where's it FROM demanded Marx
| Dunno. You know | can't read
The mail carrier in that country, who
also carried packages to the Train to ekt
on: living, delivered letters to some road,
| side customers. AS he passed along MARI
| opened the letter.
1t was a hooking narrative of his being
Tilted. II reminded him of some imper
fections in his youthful history. 1t ever
jeered al his gamecocks and emphasized
the stubborn fact that he had not won
main all last winter.
"fts somebody with game flavor fol
! ole family history, anyway
| AS he spoke The bloodhound ran his
"a l,ar i,f.N L..
ter and whned,
Mark Hanson smelt the paper. He next
took up the anonymous letters left with
him and applied them to his nose.
Slowly whistling he took his dog to a
| crib and daintilY nlrSimoninnSlY fed him